I caught a piece of the sunshine. Put a little hope in me. But after the flood raged. There's nothing really left to see. . But I was not done or beat.
Am I asleep?. Is this a dream?. Oh my god, what have I done?. Anything?. . At twenty-three,. You walked out on me.. Oh my god, where have you gone?. Anyway?.
Looks like these afternoons of reverie are through. What's left for me to say, what's left for me to do?. Float along and feel the water on my back. Try not to sink down to the bottom.
We were young, twenty-one. All those years ago. In came the fascination. Everything was out of control. Alive, untried. From thickets and from thorns.
Be a sinner or a saint. Take the beauty over brains. On your Malcolm, draw the X's on the eyes. Fill it in or leave it blank. Be the hero or the crank.
I'm wide awake,. It's the middle of the night. Standin' in the dark. Waitin' up for the light. . And here I'll remain. 'Till the sun is in the sky. Standin' in the dark.